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 Cuba and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.