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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.