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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sight & Sound to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.