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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.