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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.