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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.