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 Peru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.