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 Colombia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 JFA to the grunge 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.