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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.