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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.