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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
The Index,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.