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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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?
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.