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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.