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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the jazz 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Lyres,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.