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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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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.