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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.