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 Mozambique and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.