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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.