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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sister Nancy 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.