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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Inner City,
Nas,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.