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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.