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 Sweden and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the rock 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.