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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.