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 Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Symarip,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.