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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the dance 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.