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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.