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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.