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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
X-102,
Nas,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.