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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Nas,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.