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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Index,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.