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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.