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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Ten City,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.