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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.