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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
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,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Index,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.