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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.