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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.