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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Little Man,
X-101,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.