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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Names to the techno 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.