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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.