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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.