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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.