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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.