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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.