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 India and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.