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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.