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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.