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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.