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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.