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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.