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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.