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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.