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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.