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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.