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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Rod Modell 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.