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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.