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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.