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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Visage,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.