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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Neil Young to the crunk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.