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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Accadde A to the dance 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.