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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 snare and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.