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 Barbados and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.