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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.