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 Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.