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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.