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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Visage,
The Doors,
Skarface,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Scion,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.