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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.