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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Busters to the funk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.