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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Zeros,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.