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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.