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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.