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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.