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 Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.