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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.