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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.