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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.