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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.