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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gun Club to the electroclash 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.