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 Mozambique and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Slave,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.