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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.