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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.