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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.