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 Iraq and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.