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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Livin' Joy to the disco 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.