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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Monks,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.