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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Television,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Swans,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.