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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.