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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Faust,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.