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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
cv313,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.