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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.