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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Crime,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.