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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
cv313,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Swans,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.