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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 808 and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Can,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.