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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.