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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Section 25 to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Can,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.