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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.