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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
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.