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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Taipei and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.