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 Brazil and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Hashim,
This Heat,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.