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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.