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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.