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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the techno 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
UT,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.