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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.