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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.