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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Wire,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.