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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.