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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 The Music Machine to the jazz 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.