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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.