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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Todd Terry to the disco 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Monolake,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.