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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
MC5,
David Bowie,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.