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 Japan 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.