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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 a 808 and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.