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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.