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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.