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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.