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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Brick,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.