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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
JFA,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.