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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
AZ,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Can,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.