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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Gap Band to the jazz 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Wire,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.