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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Japan 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.