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 Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.