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 Jordan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.