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 Venezuela and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Franke,
The Standells,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.