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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.