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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.