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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.