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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Franke,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.