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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Wings,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.