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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.