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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 The Misunderstood to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Franke,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.