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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.