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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Dennis Brown to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.