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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.