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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.