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 Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a 808 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
John Cale,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.