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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Index,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.