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 United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.