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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.