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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
JFA,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Brick,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.