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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Icehouse 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.