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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.