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 Armenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.