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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.