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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.