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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.