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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.