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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.