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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
This Heat,
X-101,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.