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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Q65,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Ronan,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.