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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.