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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Urselle,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.