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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Japan,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Fear,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.