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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.