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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.