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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.