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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.