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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 World's Most 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Echospace,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.