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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.