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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.