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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.