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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
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.