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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.