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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Qualms to the crunk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Cybotron,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Monks,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.