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 Belize and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brick to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.