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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grass Roots to the dance 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.