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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.