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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.