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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.