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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nas to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.