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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the disco 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.