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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.