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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.