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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.