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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.