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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.