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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Ossler,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.