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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.