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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.