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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.