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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.