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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
The Names,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.