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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Aswad,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.