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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
CMW,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.