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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.