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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.