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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.