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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.