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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.