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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.