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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.