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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.