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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.