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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.