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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.