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 Yemen 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.