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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.