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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.