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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.