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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.