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 Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.