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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.