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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.