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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.