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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Zapp,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Liliput,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.