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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.