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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.