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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.