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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Franke,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.