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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.