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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
The Sound,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.