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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Nas,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.