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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.