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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 MDC to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.