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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 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?
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.