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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.