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 China and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.