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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.