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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.