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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.