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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Ludus,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.