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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.