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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Mars,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.