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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.