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 Qatar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Qualms,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.