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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.