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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.