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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.