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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Loose Ends to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
MDC,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.