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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.