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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.