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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Scion,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.