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 Suriname and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 arpeggiator and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.