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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 an oboe and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.