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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.