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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.