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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.