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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.