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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Residents,
The Doors,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.