Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.