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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.