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 Japan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.