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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Zapp,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Scion,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.