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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.