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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.