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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.