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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Visage,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.