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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.