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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.