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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Lakeside,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.