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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.