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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 David McCallum to the dance 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.