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 Samoa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.