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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Jandek to the punk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.