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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
UT,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.