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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Scion,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.