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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Quantec to the disco 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.