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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.