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 Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.