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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.