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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
John Holt,
World's Most,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.