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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.