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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Niagra to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.