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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.