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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Television Personalities to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.