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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
cv313,
Little Man,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.