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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.