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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.