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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.