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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.