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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.