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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.