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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.