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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Smog,
Technova,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.