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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.