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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the punk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.