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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Monks,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.