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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.