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 Morocco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.