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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.