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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Gories to the techno 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Can,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.