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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Gong,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.