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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.