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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Mars,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Can,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.