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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.