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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.