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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Livin' Joy to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Faust,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.