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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.