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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.