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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.