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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
UT,
The Human League,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
DNA,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.