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 Montenegro and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.