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 Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.