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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.