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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Television,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.