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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.