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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 sitar and a 808 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Chrome,
Index,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.