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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.