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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.