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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.