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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Nico,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.