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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.