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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.