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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.