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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.