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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.