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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Albert Ayler to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.