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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
New Order,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.