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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yazoo to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
PIL,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.