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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.