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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Quadrant to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.