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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
MC5,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.