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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.