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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.