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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Franke,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.