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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Nico,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.