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 Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.