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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.