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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
New Order,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.