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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.