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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.