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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.