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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.