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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Accadde A 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.