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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.