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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.