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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.