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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.