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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.