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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dave Gahan to the grime 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.