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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.