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 Malawi and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Japan,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
AZ,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.