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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.