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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.