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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Pagans,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.