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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.