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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.