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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.