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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the dance 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.