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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.