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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Jandek,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.