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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Wire,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
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.