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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Last Poets to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.