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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Smog,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.