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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.