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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 an oboe and a 808 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Pagans,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.