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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.