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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.