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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.