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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.