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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.