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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.