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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.