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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Gories to the techno 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.