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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.