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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.