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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.