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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Fall to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.