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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Moody Blues to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
PIL,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.