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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.