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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.