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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.