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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.