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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.