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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
CMW,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.