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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.