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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
UT,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.