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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.