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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
The Busters,
Nico,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.