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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.