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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.