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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Chris Corsano 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.