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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.