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 France and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.