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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 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?
Interpol,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Smog,
Organ,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.