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 Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.