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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Q and Not U to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.