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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.