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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
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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.