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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the disco 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
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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.