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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.