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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.