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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.