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 Mauritius and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
The Move,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.