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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
UT,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.