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 Denmark and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Monks,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.