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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.