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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Franke to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Fear,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.