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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Human League to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.