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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.