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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.