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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Franke,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.