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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.