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 Mauritania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.