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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.