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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.