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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.