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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.