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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.