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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.