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 Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Whodini to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a 808 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.