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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 harpsichord and a snare 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.