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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.