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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
ABC,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
PIL,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.