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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.