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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.