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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
CMW,
Technova,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.