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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.