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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fad Gadget to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.