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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Lalann to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.