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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Wire,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.