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 Nicaragua 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.