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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.