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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ten City to the rock 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.