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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.