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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
DNA,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.