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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.