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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.