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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.