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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.