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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Zeros to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.