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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.