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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.