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 Barbados and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
The Wake,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.