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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.