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 Suriname and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Cure to the jazz 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.