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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Quantec to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.