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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.