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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Index,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.