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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Stooges 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 808 and a guitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.