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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Faust,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.