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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.