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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.