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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Magma to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.