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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.