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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Germs to the funk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.