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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.