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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.