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 Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.