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 Georgia and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ludus to the dance 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.