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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.