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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
MDC,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.