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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.