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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.