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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.