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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.