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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the dance 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Technova,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.