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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.