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 Brunei and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.