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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Monks,
Can,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.