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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.