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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.