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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.