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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.