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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.