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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.