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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.