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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.