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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Cluster,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.