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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.