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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.