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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Index,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.