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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Dice to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.