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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.