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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.