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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.