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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.