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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.