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 Libya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.