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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Technova,
JFA,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.