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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.