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 Brunei and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.