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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
June Days,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.