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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Wire,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.