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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.