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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Tremeloes to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.