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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a snare 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.