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 Vietnam and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Skarface,
the Association,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.