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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
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,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Pole,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.