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 Uganda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.