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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
ABC,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.