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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.