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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.