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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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?
Chrome,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.