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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.