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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.