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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.