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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.