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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.