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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
X-102,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.