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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.