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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.