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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.