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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Music Machine to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.