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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.