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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.