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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.