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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
cv313,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.