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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Chrome to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.