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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.