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 Angola 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.