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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.