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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.