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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.