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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.