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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.