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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.