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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.