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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Move to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.