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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.