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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kas Product to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.