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 Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.