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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.