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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.